Fancy Lyrics - Singles - Reagan James

First thing's first, I'm the realest (realest) 

Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it) 

And I'm still in the Murda Bizness 

I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right) 

You should want a bad bitch like this (huh?) 

Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah) 

Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris 

High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist) 

Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never) 

Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what?) 

Bring the hooks in, where the bass at? 

Champagne spillin', you should taste that 

I'm so fancy 

You already know 

I'm in the fast lane 

From L.A. to Tokyo 

I'm so fancy 

Can't you taste this gold? 

Remember my name 

'Bout to blow 

I said, "Baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this." 

Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is 

And my flow retarded, they speak it depart it 

Swagger on super, I can't shop at no department 

better get my money on time, if they not money, decline 

And swear I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind 

So get my money on time, if they not money, decline 

I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind 

Now tell me, who that, who that? That do that, do that? 

Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that 

I be the I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold 

I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw 

I'm so fancy 

You already know 

I'm in the fast lane 

From L.A. to Tokyo 

I'm so fancy 

Can't you taste this gold? 

Remember my name 

'Bout to blow 

Trash the hotel 

Let's get drunk on the mini bar 

Make the phone call 

Feels so good getting what I want 

Yeah, keep on turning it up 

Chandelier swinging, we don't give a fuck 

Film star, yeah I'm deluxe 

Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch 

Ow... 

Still stuntin', how you love that? 

Got the whole world asking how I does that 

Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that 

Look at it I bet you wishing you could clutch that 

It's just the way you like it, huh? 

You're so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh? 

Never turn down nothing, 

Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like 

I'm so fancy 

You already know 

I'm in the fast lane 

From L.A. to Tokyo 

I'm so fancy 

Can't you taste this gold? 

Remember my name 

'Bout to blow 

Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y 

That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y 

Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y 

Blow 

Who-who-who-who that, who that, I-G-G-Y 

That do that, do that, I-G-G-Y 

Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y 

Blow